Sunday, November 9, 2008


Father has a business strictly second-hand
Everything from toothpicks to a baby grand
Stuff in our apartment came from father's store
Even things I'm wearing someone wore before
Its no wonder that I feel abused
I never get a thing that ain't been used...

My younger sister was telling a story last night and said she bought her oldest granddaughter a "stick-out" slip. That's what we called crinolines when we were kids! All these miniature fairy princesses need appropriate underpinnings to complete the look, and who knew that stick-out slips would be back in style!

We were given hand-me-downs, including underwear, from my grandfather's half-sister, Annie. She cleaned house for a very well-to-do family in Peoria. All of our best stuff came from them. I am sure our paths crossed with these girls in high school, but they never knew that we were the recipients. Thick cotton panties [granny pants in today's lingo], warm, thick undershirts--very high quality stuff.

I was never threatened or embarrassed by hand-me-downs. Those were the best clothes we got until we were earning babysitting money and buying our own.

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